Photographs copyright: DAVID McMAHON
In the grand tradition of my friends throwing photographic challenges into my lap, Quilly has ordered me to produce a photograph of a butterfly in flight. One problem. One small problem. It’s still winter here. Ain’t no butterflies in this part of the world.
Quilly, ma’am, as soon as summer comes a-knocking on my door, I’ll be out in the garden chasing every butterfly I can find, in an attempt to come up with the shot you want. I’ll climb hills. I’ll tramp down dales. I’ll swim rivers. I’ll find butterflies. And I’ll photograph them till they beg me not to photograph them again.